~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~Crybaby~°•

GUESS WHO'S BACK!? (Sorry I had to get my body burnt and turned into my ashes 😍)

Damien's Perspective:

This...this bitch.

This- this stupid fucking slut. Does he really think I'm fucking clueless? Brainless? What, am I an animation to him? He's meant to be my toy. I'm not his plaything. He's mine. Why would he think that he had any form of power over me, when he's nothing more than a 5'6, blonde bimbo who has no clue what to do with his life other than milk from the utters of sugar daddy's debit cards.

I wonder how people, including my father and Jesus, saw this arse as 'innocent' and, 'sweethearted'. I don't think that they could get it through their thick heads that he's useless and shit-filled with nothing more than garbage that I throw out. Sometimes I wonder why this is the guy I was assigned to bring to death. That Ouija board helped. A lot. I'm in control of what's rightfully mine.

Pip's Perspective:

"Darling?" I called out. "Darling, are you in the bedroom?" I asked as I took a few more steps towards the door. As I heard smashing and a few sounds of things hitting the ground with a soft thud. As I slowly turned the door open, my hands shaking, my breath trembling, and my legs feeling as if they were gonna give out. "Baby....I'm coming into the bedroom..." I said in a shaky voice as I opened the door, finally revealing something that I wasn't meant to see. I could tell this as he shot a look of menace and revulsion. There he was, the axe in his hand, the darkened red falling down from both that and his hands, consuming his body entirely.

I could nearly feel my breath leaving my body. He smiled at me after doing that, before starting to laugh and pointing down at our daughter, with cuts and bruises, scars and her brains all mush, her little two-year-old arms and legs all over the place. As I stared down at her body, I teared up, meanwhile my husband came up to me, axe dragging on the floor as he opened up his arms and wrapped them around me, before kissing me in all his delight. "Don't you love what you're seeing, my love? Isn't she just so fucking adorable!? She's just like her mother..." He told me, whispering the last few words in my ear as he pushed me down on my hands and knees, watching as I desperately prayed for my baby to still be alive. As I heard his footsteps approach, and his axe moving up in the sky, his smile growing into a shit-eating grin as he swung the axe directly into-

I woke up. I looked around, before finding the guy that my friends call my "sugar daddy". I immediately turned around and hugged him tightly, which I know I shouldn't do, but it was late at night and I was scared. I hugged him with every muscle I had, even wrapping my legs around him as I cried into his neck. I don't think I just cried; I think I quietly sobbed.

Eventually, he woke up from my crying, and could feel him moving his hands around to feel why his neck was wet. When he was finally somewhat awake, he moved his hands and felt my face. As he moved my face away from his neck. I felt him wipe a tear of mine, before moving down his disgusting, crusty lips that was begging to be shed, or treated with some beautiful, beautiful chapstick, and kissed me.

If he thought that that would calm me down then he was absolutely wrong. It just made me cry much more. I did move back into the position I was in before, though, this time burying my face into his chest as I began to slightly calm down from the warmth. "Fucking crybaby..." I heard him whisper. I shook when I heard that, pretending that I didn't hear anything that came from his mouth. I can't stand any word that falls out of it.

"...I-I'm sorry..." I felt his hand moving down to my hair, and he hummed. It felt nice to feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest on my face. It was a nice feeling. After a few minutes of him caressing my hair, my sides, and humming softly to me, I fell asleep, but he didn't. When I was still on the verge of being asleep or awake, I felt him moving me off of him as he got up and grabbed something off of my dresser.

As I woke up in the morning, on the complete opposite side of the bed than what I usually sleep on (which is the right side), I was completely alone on the left side of the bed. After a little while of processing the fact that I was alive and I was awake, I finally got up, once again, smelling more coffee from the outside of the door.

As I stood up, I looked over at my phone on top of neatly stacked books, still charging from last night, as I picked it up and gently unplugged it, in order not to ruin the charging port. I got up from the bed, checking my messages and the time at the same moment. I got yet another message from Butters/Marjorine/ Leo, so I opened it.
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6:21 AM
Butters 🩵

Hey, fella! Me and Kenny were just worrying about you; are you coming to school today? Kenny wrote a little message on my phone for ya! K: WAZZUP PIP YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT CARTMAN AND HEIDI GOT IN ANOTHER FIGHT LIKE IN FIFTH GRADE AND SHE TOTALLY BEAT HIS ASS WITH ALL OF THE OTHER GIRLS YOU HAVE TO IT HIS FACE IS LITERALLY SO JACKED UP LIKE

Me
Oh! I do plan on coming to school today! I'm sorry that I couldn't make it before, but is it okay if I bring a boyfriend with me? I want for you and Ken to meet him!

Butters 🩵
Woah, you have a boyfriend? Are you both happy together like me and Kenny? I'm so happy for ya, fella!

Me
Oh, my apologies! I didn't mean to say that, but you know autocorrect, right, Leo? I meant to say a FRIEND!

Butters 🩵
Oh! Sorry bud!

Me
It's alright, I'll text you if I'm coming or not!
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I came out of my messages app, lightly laughing to myself. I walked towards my door, opening it and walking past the hallway, laundry room, and the living room, before finally entering the kitchen as my smile faded upon seeing Damien. I walked over to him while he was smoking a cigar and drinking coffee at the same time. He snickered when he saw me, putting the cigarette out with his thumb and moving his arms out towards me.

"Come here, baby. I need to talk to you about last night." I cringed when he called me "baby", but I still took a step towards him, as he pulled me into his lap and kissed my cheek. "Please, don't touch me like that. I'm not in the mood to talk about what happened last night..."

He just rolled his eyes and moved his hand up to my face, before sliding his hand down to the collar of my pajama shirt and digging his nail into my chest, as I felt him carving his name into it. He then kissed the redness on my chest, and I was so concerned about myself and my life decisions that I tried to ignore it. He then lifted up my face to look at his as I zoned out previously, and he rushed me towards his face.

"Come on, Phil. Tell me about why you were crying. You had me worried, you know..." I once again tried to swat his face away, but he raised my cheek anyway.

Damien's Perspective:

"Come on, Phil. Tell me about why you were crying. You had me worried, you know..." I said as I moved his face down to my own. I know that he didn't like what I was doing. I know what dream he had. I created it, after all. It's his fault, anyway. Feeling him crying was like I was feeling pure bliss and ecstasy. His blue eyes all surrounded in an ocean of red,  tears falling down his face as if beautiful waterfalls, and his beautiful, gorgeous face all over me because of it. I should do this more frequently. By this, I mean ruin his dreams.

I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE, BUT I'M MUCH BETTER, AND MY MENTAL HEALTH HAS RAISED. I'M NO LONGER ABLE TO BE SENT TO THE MENTAL ASYLUM!!!!

BYE-BYEEEEEEE!